The center of all my days is this

I could've loved you, now I must deal with it

I will miss you if I never see you again, and I will miss you if I see you every Sunday for the rest of our lives

But someone had to leave first, its a tale as old as time

If this was my final night alive, you'd promise me that when morning comes I will be fine

If that's the truth, I'll come back from the dead in hopes that I'll die yours once again

Drain my blood for the promise I will hear the sweetness of your laughter

It would be such a waste to swallow all the love I have to give

Cross my heart, hope to die, kill this festering thing inside of me

But my love, the blood is on both our hands now

I just cannot see it through these rose-tinted glasses

What I do know is that it would be a lie if you looked me in the eyes and told me this'll be the last time

For I have loved you, now I must deal with it